When Lykos regained consciousness he was first keenly aware of how heavy he felt. His eyelids, ears, tail, his entire body felt like it had been stuffed with sand. Then he noticed the pain, the restricting heavy confines. Cold metal manacles around his wrists and ankles and a muzzle tightly fastened around the lower half of his face.

“Oh… fuck….”

He mutters to himself, realizing he’s probably completely fucked. He barely even remembered what got him here… a few sharp pains in his side, and when he turned he found a few darts. Explained why he was so groggy. Lykos groans, forcing himself into his side before managing to sit up. His head spins, eyes starting to adjust to his surroundings.